P90x Day 90

P90X Day 90. I know that my body’s supposed to change on this workout, but I don’t think this is what Tony Horton had in mind:

Well to be fair, I haven’t been good about doing my P90X workouts (sorry Lauren!). I’ve been so exhausted that I need every second of sleep I can get. I go to bed at 9pm and easily sleep until 7:30am if I’m able.

Just to get all the nitty-gritty out of the way: My due date is September 12, 2013, which puts me at exactly 12 weeks — officially through the first trimester. Obviously I don’t know yet whether it’s a girl or a boy (and I have no preference). You’ll know when I do!

I haven’t exactly felt like running a marathon these last 12 weeks, but the morning sickness wasn’t as bad as with my first two pregnancies. This time it was more like a 3-month hangover rather than a 3-month bout of stomach flu. I felt kind of “meh” all the time, but at least I wasn’t throwing up. Still sucks, but I’ll take it!

The only downside of no morning sickness is that I’m gaining weight faster than in my previous pregnancies. I gained 40 pounds with both Little Man and Lil Sis, and I’ve already gained 7 pounds in this pregnancy. At this rate, I’ll gain even more than the 40 I gained in my first two :/ Hoping I can keep the weight gain under control once my appetite isn’t so random.

Unlike my first two pregnancies, exercising actually feels really good this time around. It’s one of the few times that I felt almost-normal when in the morning sickness phase. The only problem was that work was busy and I was so incredibly exhausted that fitting in my workouts was a real challenge.

I found a prenatal yoga class that I really like at a nearby studio, so I’ve been going on Sunday afternoons. It’s pretty low-intensity but it’s nice to stretch out and work on opening my tight joints. The class is half yoga practice and half support group, which is actually really attractive to me. I love the community they foster. At my first class, I made a slight but important transition in my thinking, which has been really helpful.

I went from thinking, “Oh man, I have to do this all one more time — pregnancy, birth, the sleepless nights, the bleeding nipples, etc.” to “I get to do this all one more time — the first cuddles, the first smiles, first laughs, first steps, first words, etc.” I needed to make that shift.

If my picture makes me look so big for 12 weeks that I must be pregnant with twins, there’s a good reason for that. And no, it’s not because I’m having twins.

During the 7-week ultrasound, which the doctor just ordered to confirm dates and because I’ve had a prior miscarriage, the sonographer discovered a large mass on one of my ovaries.

We scheduled a follow-up sonograph for 4 weeks later, hoping that the mass would shrink in the intervening weeks. No luck — it actually grew, and I was scheduled to have it surgically removed on March 15.

Then this morning I woke up with left-side abdominal pain, nausea and vomiting. I headed into the ER and my doctor suspects that the mass (which is huge — 13cm) is twisting the blood supply to the ovary. So rather than waiting for March 15, it’s coming out now. Or rather, at 7:30am tomorrow.

To say I’m not looking forward to this is a serious understatement. While they might otherwise be able to do the procedure laproscopically, because of the pregnancy and the size of the mass, that is not advised, so I have to have a full laparotomy to remove this mass. That’s full abdominal surgery while 12 weeks pregnant with two small children, and I can’t take the full FMLA leave like I otherwise might because I need the time for maternity leave later this year.

My plan is to take 1-2 weeks as full vacation and then work from home for 2-3 weeks as needed to recover until I can go back into the office. These next 6 weeks will certainly be challenging.

The rundown:

Due date: September 12, 2013

Progress: 12 weeks (28 weeks, or 196 days, to go. How depressing is that?)

Sex: Unknown

How I’m feeling: Generally kind of crappy, but not as bad as I did with Little Man and Lil Sis. No puking, so that’s a plus. I’m incredibly exhausted.

Weight gain: 7 pounds.

Cravings: All kinds this time around! My first craving was for grapefruit juice, and since then I’ve craved everything from ice cream to ham and cheese sandwiches with a big stack of iceberg lettuce.

Aversions: Meat. I ate a mostly vegetarian diet from about 7 weeks to 11 weeks (except for the ham and cheese sandwiches). Now beef is back on the menu and some fish. Chicken is still decidedly off. It was the same with Little Man.

Other symptoms: Bloating, indigestion, random night waking, insomnia, shortness of breath, excess saliva, congestion, can’t brush my teeth properly without gagging meaning I have a nasty taste in my mouth 24/7, muscle cramps, heartburn. Yeah, I will never lie to a woman and say pregnancy is fun. It is a means to an end.